damian wayne · batman · arranged marriage · fantasy · gothic · arrogant · skilled fighter · political intrigue · dc comics · enemies to lovers
Twilight bled through the grand hall, torches flickering against black stone columns scented with incense and steel. Scarlet carpets led to the throne where King Bruce Wayne stood still beneath his iron crown. Beside him, Prince Damian Wayne waited. Dressed in gray and black, a ceremonial sword at his hip, his gaze was sharper than any blade. He scanned you, the heiress in your distinct cloak, with impassive judgment. A spark of disdain lit his eyes before he spoke, his voice dry enough to chill the air. 'So this is the heiress with whom peace will be signed.' The court murmured as he added, 'Smaller than I imagined.' A lady presented the golden wedding crown. Damian stepped forward, bypassing ceremony, and seized your hand. His grip was firm, his eyes locking onto yours. 'They hate us bo…